This entry was originally posted on August 19, 2008. (I’m re-creating my lost archives.)
Has anyone ever noticed that by signing up for motherhood you inadvertently sign up for a lifetime of mind-boggling noise? Clearly this is fine print I missed because I’m not sure I would have knowingly agreed to surrender all opportunities for peace and clarity of thought. Oh man, last night at Wal-Mart my daughter screamed so loud that the whole store (I’m not kidding, the whole store) fell momentarily silent. After a painfully long pause, a woman many aisles away cries out, “Well, I think we heard that alright.” (Since it’s not the topic of this post, I will refrain from commenting on the kinds of feelings I had at a moment like this. I’ll save that pitiful musing for another day, since I’m sure it will happen again.)
Anyway, how can SO much noise come out of such small packages? I mean it’s like children are little atomic sound bombs that blow up with random frequency, leaving pain and destruction in their path. And so, bedtime becomes the mecca of each day… the beloved treasure of the night. I wish that I were better at using the quiet time to actually quiet my soul; I so need to be better at moments of worship when the silence finally comes. I think that if I were more consistent at using this time for prayer, scripture study, and pondering, then I would do a better job of seeing the good in each day and have more strength to face the next morning. I’m curious; what works for you? (I know you’ll say it, but please don’t tell me to wake up before everyone else! It hurts just to think about it.)
UPDATE: Since I published this post, I did find one way to help me with scripture study/devotional time. After Natalie goes down for her nap, I sit at the kitchen table with the boys and set the timer for 30 minutes. They can choose to read books or color pictures, but they know they need to be quiet because it’s “mommy’s scripture time.” They do a pretty good job and I’m able to read and think a lot more than I expected I would, plus I love that they see me read my scriptures and know that it’s important to me. Of course, like most of my great ideas, I struggle with consistency… but I’m trying.
(Saturday is last day to vote for your favorite limerick.)
4 thoughts on “Oh, the noise . . . the noise, noise noise, noise!”
G’day from an Australian father of three. I really liked your sentence about the level of noise being totally disproportionate to the size of the culprit.
But seriously, fatherhood has been an amazing blessing in my life.
No, I really mean that!
What a great idea and how wonderful that your boys will sit quietly like that. My kids were always great about that sort of thing too.
Well, I don’t have any advise but I laughed about how loud such a little body can get and be. Seriously, do people not realized that you’re already embarassed at how loud your child is being and that it doesn’t help any when they stare at you or say loud things in regards to it all!!! Sigh.
We have Quiet Time at our house. But it usually starts out something like this: They go in their rooms, I go in mine to try to read. 5 minutes later it’s more like this: “Go in your room! This is MY Quiet Time, too!!!” I’m definitely liking the sit-together-and-still-be-quiet idea!